(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 108: A very normal heat, all things considered

Chapter 108: A very normal heat, all things considered

Maxwell sat nervously, twitching with every sound that came from behind him. If he was honest with himself, it wasn’t just Andrew who was worried about people entering the house.

Maxwell was too. He was worried that they would see him and how he had been. What he had been during his most recent heat. It felt...hell, he hadn’t even discussed the details with Andrew yet. It felt too fresh, too new to be discussing it with him yet. That, and his heat wasn’t full over yet.

Needless to say, it was a lot, and Dr. Smith and Kim arriving when they did, it had sent Andrew into a fit. Maxwell could sense it, and the pheromones that had leaked from him warned of possession. Of defense. And Maxwell had to pretend that he wasn’t as hard as a rock the whole fucking time either.

That was an unfortunate side effect of being in a prolonged heat like Maxwell’s. Almost all pheromones turned you on, even against your will. It was a tragedy, since some people liked to use that against omegas like him. They got off on being mean and rude to omegas, and thought that just because the omega’s body was reacting that they were getting off too.

It was a terrible psychological affair, and Maxwell had seen the aftereffects of it in person.

The alpha who had done that to his relative was now dead, and Maxwell was never going to admit by whose hands any time soon.

"Mr. Beckett? I believe that Andrew is far enough away to not be able to hear our conversation. Are you ready to speak? And do you mind if we take some blood just to measure your levels? We can never be too safe, especially since this is your first heat with a true alpha." Dr. Smith speaking to him shook him from his thoughts, and Maxwell was grateful for it.

It was never good to dwell on that filth.

"Of course." Maxwell shifted, offering his arm and watched as Dr. Smith nervously glanced at the kitchen entryway where Andrew had parked himself. Honestly, Maxwell couldn’t blame him.

Up until this point during their time together, Andrew had been the perfect gentlemen. His eyes had sometimes gone amber, but he’d been kind, considerate, and very loving. The Andrew on display right now?

This Andrew’s eyes hadn’t shifted from amber since the first knock on the door. His glasses didn’t even hide the pure displeasure of having others here. It was...almost scary how quickly he had changed, but at the same time, Maxwell found it incredibly attractive. This new side of Andrew wasn’t something that scared Maxwell.

Maybe it should have, but he also knew Andrew. Even if Andrew got mad, or upset, he was never, ever going to hurt Maxwell. And he would feel awful if he hurt pretty much anyone. But being defensive of Maxwell, and trying to protect him?

The man had literally given Maxwell the shirt off of his back without a single second of hesitation. Ugh, Maxwell wanted him to mark him so fucking bad, but knew that Andrew had to have some hold ups about it. He’d practically turned into a block of ice when his family had mentioned it to tease him at their dinner party.

"It’s alright, Dr. Smith. Andrew isn’t some wild beast right now. He’s a tame dog. He just doesn’t like visitors right now." Dr. Smith chuckled, glancing up at Maxwell with a warm, brown gaze.

"I’m glad that you understand him so well, but as another alpha, I think you get some privileges I don’t. He might be that to you, but I have no doubt in my mind that if he viewed me as a threat right now? I would find myself up against the nearest wall and he would be snarling at me. It’s a sense I have inside of me, Mr. Beckett." Maxwell didn’t doubt his words.

Maxwell was sure he was the exception. Especially given what today was. Fuck. He couldn’t believe that he was right. Andrew was the kind of guy who would celebrate one month together. And he’d made pancakes! The fucking adorable man. God, he was a little upset that there hadn’t been an ’accident’ and he wasn’t even fully sure if that was his heat talking.

Dr. Smith cleaned a spot on his arm, before checking and withdrawing some blood. It wasn’t a lot, and after he had started a test of some kind, he began asking Maxwell some questions. Or, better yet, continuing from where they had left off.

"You were a little nervous to speak about what you noticed that had changed about your heat with Andrew around, correct?" Maxwell nodded, feeling nervous all over again. "I won’t prod into why, but could you tell me what you found strange?" He asked and Maxwell knew he wasn’t going to get out of this without his face burning.

He knew who he was, and in private, that was fine, but speaking about this to a Doctor he hadn’t known for long, and was good friends with Andrew? It was degrading. Highly embarrassing. Maxwell was doing his best to remain seated and not pacing the floor because he knew Andrew would hate that. And he wasn’t even sure if his legs could handle one sweep of the floor.

"Well, I...It’s unusual for me to not be able to remember the whole heat." Maxwell started. "Yes, I do fade in and out, but by the end I am usually able to remember everything I did." Dr. Smith took his notes diligently, and Maxwell wondered what he was writing down. Hopefully nothing embarrassing.

"So you normally can recall everything, even in the middle, correct?" Maxwell nodded. "And this time was not the case?" He clarified and Maxwell shifted nervously on the couch. He pressed the shirt against the lower half of his face, hiding himself as he felt his cheeks burned.

"Yes. I still haven’t remembered everything yet. I...I have a theory as to why, but I don’t know if it’s true." Dr. Smith raised an eyebrow and glanced up at him.

"Your theory?" He asked. Maxwell sighed.

"It’s...embarrassment. I think I’m too worried I’ll be embarrassed by what I did so I’m intentionally not recalling memories." Dr. Smith paused, before his shoulder’s shook silently.

"I can’t say that I’m surprised that’s what you came up with. That is always a possibility, but there might be something else in play. As I said, this is your first heat with a true alpha, who knows what could happen?" He finished writing and glanced up at him. "Anything else?" Maxwell pursed his lips.

"Well, that kind of leads into everything. The embarrassment, I mean. I...fuck me, I did a lot of things that I normally wouldn’t. A lot of them. Things I didn’t even consider in my non heat brain."

"And is that normal for you? To plan out what you are going to do during your heats?" Maxwell nodded.

"Yes. It is. I’m usually in full control over everything except my libido." Maxwell told him, and Dr. Smith made a soft, contemplative noise.

"I see. And did you have any problems handing control over to Andrew during this heat?" Maxwell paused. Had he...handed control over to Andrew during this heat? Had he truly?

Had he...even been in control during this heat?

He remembered the moments, the hot breaths, the pants, the skin touching skin. Andrew’s own moans mingled with Maxwell’s. The scent and sweat and everything else involved. He’d been ordering Andrew around but...

Maxwell swallowed thickly.

"I-I don’t know. Maybe. I can’t..." Maxwell wasn’t sure what to say, or how to say it. Dr. Smith watched him for a long moment before he chuckled.

"Well, that’s something you can think about later. How do you think Andrew handled your heat?" Maxwell’s heart began to race in his chest as he thought of Andrew during the whole experience.

"I-I think he handled it quite well. He, uh, seemed to enjoy himself. And his pheromones seemed to have stabilized somewhat." Maxwell stuttered, trying to forget the look Andrew would give him during the whole experience. Like he couldn’t get enough of him. Maxwell’s skin stung from the remembered holds. The bruises that covered his body from Andrew’s tight grip.

"Yes, it does appear that way. The growth of his new teeth is amazing, and I see you’ve already tested them out." Maxwell coughed, choking on air at Dr. Smith’s monotone words.

"W-W-"

"It’s alright, Mr. Beckett. I won’t make a note of it in your file since I know your Father reads them. I am genuinely glad that they work. It’s a good sign. His growth spurt was a surprise though. He mentioned nothing about it when he called." Maxwell chuckled darkly.

"He’s been avoiding talking about it. As if I don’t have eyes. I think the teeth are fine, since he can work around that, but admitting that he grew in height from his secondary sex? That’s a little different." Dr. Smith nodded, agreeing with Maxwell’s slightly bitter words.

"And have you noticed anything else? Has his penis grown in size? Knotting?" Maxwell frowned.

"Hmm. It’s not something I’ve paid attention to. We ran out of condoms, and I usually measure by how he feels inside." Dr. Smith nodded.

"Ah, I see. Well, we’ll move onto the next question. How long was the heat for you? Was it an average length, shorter, longer?" He asked, and Maxwell shrugged.

"Pretty normal length. The one thing that is strange is that the prolonged heat is actually feeling shorter. I usually am out for about 2 weeks give or take, but I can work during the second week." Dr. Smith made a note of that.

"Alright. Then, we have our last question to answer. Is there anything that you think would make this heat better?" His words made Maxwell pause. Anything to make the next heat better? Was there anything?

"I don’t...I think this was probably the best heat I’ve experienced. The fake cum really just...satisfied something inside of me and as long as I have Andrew and that, I think I’ll be fine for the next one." Dr. Smith continued writing after Maxwell had finished speaking, clearly taking the time to make a few extra notes.

"Well, I’m glad that it was a good experience for you. True alphas are known for being relentless, but I am glad that you didn’t have any issues with that since you didn’t mention them. Anything else you would like to discuss?" He asked and Maxwell worried his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Well, there is one thing, but it’s a little...weird." Dr. Smith paused at Maxwell’s tone.

"Weird how?" He asked, concerned, and Maxwell huffed out a breath.

"I played it off like it was completely normal, because it normally is but, I’ve never...I never wanted creampies during my previous heats." Maxwell stated, his face on fire. Dr. Smith’s eyes went wide, before he laughed.

"Mr. Beckett, I know you are probably worried, but I think that the reason you’re behaving as a ’normal’ omega would is because you have a partner you can actually trust." Dr. Smith’s expression was soft and warm as he looked over Maxwell. "You used to spend your previous heats with randomly selected alphas, correct?" Maxwell nodded. "Then I’ll have to make a note of this. Because you are with a partner you trust, you feel more relaxed. Therefore, your body isn’t tense, worried that the other party is going to take advantage of you." Dr. Smith smiled. "Or, at least, that’s what I think. Anything else?" He asked.

Maxwell took a second to mull over the words he had said, and process them. He felt comfortable with Andrew and that was why he had begged over and over to be filled. Well, he couldn’t exactly argue that. And, when Dr. Smith had said it, it felt...right.

Like he was right about it.

Sighing, Maxwell shook his head. Dr. Smith’s smile grew.

"Perfect. Time to call over the dog, as you called him." He joked.

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